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Location: Ophara but not for long.
For: Anyone (or really no one since he's not on Ophara anymore)
Master: *is itching to do something devious* *heads to Romana II's office to aggravate her* *enters the reception to find three desks, one with Lucy Saxon sitting behind it, one empty one (possibly Rose's), and one, the only one that the Master pays any attention to with Ianto Jones sitting behind it* *walks over and perches on the desk, picking up the name plate* Well, Mr. Ianto Jones. Ah, Ianto. *looks him over* He was right. You are a gorgeous little thing.
Ianto: *bright red* Um. Pardon?
Lucy: *looks over, frowning a bit*
Master: *takes off his gloves, draping them across his thigh and offering Ianto his hand to shake* Ma-Michael Smith.
Ianto: *shakes his hand* Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith. *totally missed him at the Time Lord party* *probably because Ten was humping him* Are you here to see Lady Romana? I'm afraid you're not in her diary.
Master: No, I wouldn't be. But I'm an old friend. I only dropped by to say hello. But I'd rather talk to you. *smiles* You're from Earth. I hear you work for Torchwood.
Ianto: *becomes a bit more guarded* You seem very informed, Mr. Smith.
Master: I am. *stands* I'd like you to accompany me, Ianto Jones. I have some alien technology I'd like you to have a look at.
Ianto: *considers for a moment then glances at Lucy, standing* I'm going to go see this thing he's got. Tell Romana? *puts on his jacket and his earpiece thing,and grabs his PA*
Lucy: *nods*
Ianto: *smiles at Lucy then at the Master* Lead the way.
Master: *leads him to his TARDIS*
Ianto: *looks round* This...this is just a standard time capsule. A TARDIS like the Doctor's.
Master: *nods* Yes, it is. You see, Ianto, the Doctor constantly goes around saving planets and being a damned annoying and hot do-good-er. And he always has his pretty little companions with him to help him. Well, I'm a Time Lord. I have a TARDIS, just like him. All I needed was a pretty little companion.
Ianto: *doesn't like the sound of this suddenly* Um, I...wouldn't consider myself pretty. The Doctor always chooses girls. Maybe you should..reconsider.
Master: *shrugs* I'm gay. Why would I choose a girl? And you're very pretty.
Ianto: *sighs* Listen, I should leave. *is probably reaching for his taser*
Master: Just...just a moment. *steps closer to Ianto* I'm not going to harm you. I just...am curious why the Doctor chooses this sort of life. So, I'm going to try it out. Now, you have a Time Lord at your mercy and all of time and space to explore, Ianto Jones. Doesn't that appeal to you? Isn't there anywhere you'd like to go?
Ianto: No. *pauses and considers again* Well...
Master: *grins* Anywhere. Anytime.
Ianto: Um, could...you take me to the Boeshane Peninsula? 51st Century.
Master: *raises an eyebrow* Odd choice. But yes, of course I can. *grins* So you're not running away then?
Ianto: *smiles* No, well, not yet.
Master: *grins* Good. *sets the coordinates then dematerializes* By the way, you ought to call me by my real name.
Ianto: Oh?
Master: *grins* I'm the Master.
Ianto: ...fuck. *facepalms*
For: Anyone (or really no one since he's not on Ophara anymore)
Master: *is itching to do something devious* *heads to Romana II's office to aggravate her* *enters the reception to find three desks, one with Lucy Saxon sitting behind it, one empty one (possibly Rose's), and one, the only one that the Master pays any attention to with Ianto Jones sitting behind it* *walks over and perches on the desk, picking up the name plate* Well, Mr. Ianto Jones. Ah, Ianto. *looks him over* He was right. You are a gorgeous little thing.
Ianto: *bright red* Um. Pardon?
Lucy: *looks over, frowning a bit*
Master: *takes off his gloves, draping them across his thigh and offering Ianto his hand to shake* Ma-Michael Smith.
Ianto: *shakes his hand* Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith. *totally missed him at the Time Lord party* *probably because Ten was humping him* Are you here to see Lady Romana? I'm afraid you're not in her diary.
Master: No, I wouldn't be. But I'm an old friend. I only dropped by to say hello. But I'd rather talk to you. *smiles* You're from Earth. I hear you work for Torchwood.
Ianto: *becomes a bit more guarded* You seem very informed, Mr. Smith.
Master: I am. *stands* I'd like you to accompany me, Ianto Jones. I have some alien technology I'd like you to have a look at.
Ianto: *considers for a moment then glances at Lucy, standing* I'm going to go see this thing he's got. Tell Romana? *puts on his jacket and his earpiece thing,and grabs his PA*
Lucy: *nods*
Ianto: *smiles at Lucy then at the Master* Lead the way.
Master: *leads him to his TARDIS*
Ianto: *looks round* This...this is just a standard time capsule. A TARDIS like the Doctor's.
Master: *nods* Yes, it is. You see, Ianto, the Doctor constantly goes around saving planets and being a damned annoying and hot do-good-er. And he always has his pretty little companions with him to help him. Well, I'm a Time Lord. I have a TARDIS, just like him. All I needed was a pretty little companion.
Ianto: *doesn't like the sound of this suddenly* Um, I...wouldn't consider myself pretty. The Doctor always chooses girls. Maybe you should..reconsider.
Master: *shrugs* I'm gay. Why would I choose a girl? And you're very pretty.
Ianto: *sighs* Listen, I should leave. *is probably reaching for his taser*
Master: Just...just a moment. *steps closer to Ianto* I'm not going to harm you. I just...am curious why the Doctor chooses this sort of life. So, I'm going to try it out. Now, you have a Time Lord at your mercy and all of time and space to explore, Ianto Jones. Doesn't that appeal to you? Isn't there anywhere you'd like to go?
Ianto: No. *pauses and considers again* Well...
Master: *grins* Anywhere. Anytime.
Ianto: Um, could...you take me to the Boeshane Peninsula? 51st Century.
Master: *raises an eyebrow* Odd choice. But yes, of course I can. *grins* So you're not running away then?
Ianto: *smiles* No, well, not yet.
Master: *grins* Good. *sets the coordinates then dematerializes* By the way, you ought to call me by my real name.
Ianto: Oh?
Master: *grins* I'm the Master.
Ianto: ...fuck. *facepalms*